text, backdated to the 15th or so

[hellosirs]

[ First, he'd panicked. Suddenly being unable to speak was bad enough, but not being able to read or write was terrifying, and Angus had spent about an hour holed up in his room, trying to make sense of his books even though the text kept swimming out of focus. Some time with his family had helped calm him down, though, and it soon became obvious that this was the Turbo-Liches up to their usual fuckery. Things would go back to normal in a few days, but in the meantime, Angus was going to have to squash the fear down and try to figure out how to communicate, because miming things out could only get him so far.

Speaking didn't work. Writing didn't work. Typing didn't work, but... there was more than one keyboard on these phone things, wasn't there? Lup had shown him, once... ]

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💬❌

✍️📵❌

👐🙌🤟❓❓❓

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[ Anybody out there know sign language? Anyone willing to teach it? ]

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[hellosirs]

[ That's... that's really sweet. Kravitz barely even knows him, and they aren't particularly close, but it's very kind of him to make this kind of offer. This is getting written down in Kravitz's case file, one Angus can write properly again. ]

👍👍👍

[ Sorry, it's hard to find the emoji equivalent of 'thank you'! ]

[knockthemdead]

[Kravitz, because of who he is fundamentally as a person, can't allow this exchange to play out naturally. He has to let shit get awkward.

And so he does, humming his acknowledgement of Angus' thumbs up and "casually" (read: like a fucking dork) giving him a real one back.]

Okay. Well. Best be off. Problems to solve.